Josie.â
âIâd like that, but I feel a responsibility to the folks here in Blackwater Lake. Canât just turn their welfare over to a rookie deputy, no matter how smart and eager he is. Not with the hotel and condos getting closer to opening every day.â
âYeah, I can see where youâre coming from.â
Will knew this was his dad hinting for him to make this temporary sheriff thing permanent. He remembered what that kid at the photo shoot had said about his hurry to get to the big city. In fact Will had told April he understood where the kid was coming from. But it felt like forever since heâd been obsessed with excitement, getting away from this town to do something more important.
âI know you do, Will. And I always knew you wanted me to be proud of your accomplishments. You have no idea how proud I am of you, the man youâve become.â
âThanks, Dad.â
âAnd youâre older now. Age has a way of making you look at things differently. This town really has a lot to offer a man.â
Just like that an image of sassy April Kennedy popped into his mind. She wasnât that skinny little girl anymore, but had grown into a beautiful, confident, accomplished woman. So many of his good memories were wrapped up in her, but she was the girl heâd left behind. It hadnât worked out for them and no matter what Will accomplished in his career the failure in his personal life would always bother him.
âBlackwater Lake was a good place to grow up. Tim is thriving here.â
âYes, he is. Heâs a great kid.â There was grandfatherly pride in his voice, but there was something flat in the tone.
Will glanced over to the passenger seat and saw the look of resignation on his dadâs face. He should have known the man wouldnât miss the way Will had deliberately changed the subject. There was no point in taking the idea any further. He would be going back to Chicago at the end of the summer.
That was just the way it was.
Chapter Four
I n her kitchen, April peeked out her sliding glass door with its great view of Willâs house across the alley. She knew he ran every morning and she did, too. In spite of Kimâs dire prediction that she and Will were bound to run into each other, so far it hadnât happened. That was about to change. She hadnât seen him since heâd helped with the teenage photo shoot and that had been a couple days ago. The time had come to give her game a kick in the pants.
It was Sunday, the one day of the week that she didnât open the shop until afternoon. But she got up a little earlier than usual, put on her running clothes, stretched out and now watched the Fletchersâ back door. If he didnât show soon sheâd have to do her run solo and think of another way to get this flirtation show on the road. Then an ego-deflating thought hit her.
What if he just didnât like her at all?
Before she had a chance to blow that out of proportion his rear door opened. It was him, and he leaned back inside for a moment. This was her chance.
She left the house and hurried up the sidewalk until reaching the alley, then pretended not to see Will, who stopped at the edge of the grass behind her.
âApril?â
She glanced over her shoulder. âHey, Will. Morning.â
He caught up with her and fell into step. âMind if I tag along?â
âNope.â It took effort not to look smug.
âHow far do you go?â
âAbout six miles. Up Deer Springs to Spruce. Around the elementary school, down Elkhorn Road and back.â
âWorks for me.â
She glanced over at him in his running shorts and snub gray T-shirt with the bold black letters CPD written on it. The wide shoulders and broad chest were pretty impressive and that was darned annoying. Why couldnât he be fat? Would it kill him to have male-pattern baldness setting in? But she wasnât that lucky. He
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